Mama to five frozen teens.
Married to the Mister.
Writing - Meditating - Reading - Senior Dog Doting - Sober Living - are my jam.
Life is good.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Artistic Endeavors

Dear Sweet, Adorable Child o' Mine,

Welcomed

--and encouraged--

forms of Artistic Self-Expression

at the 5FC abode:

* crayons

* markers

* watercolors

* oils/chalks

* knitting

* crochet

* corking (spool knitting)

* latch hook

* body piercing (of age)

* poetry

* pantomime

* government sit ins

* creative writing

* perler beads

* tattoing (of age)

* jewelry making

* sandbox art

As you can see, the list is quite extensive, from the conservative to the liberal. Need to express something artistically? Knock yourself out.

HOWEVER,

creative use of bodily fluids is NOT ON THE LIST!

I know, what a killjoy. I'm right up there with those horrible people trying to ban Tom Sawyer or Harry Potter.

I get the fact that you are highly creative and talented with your usage of bodily fluids.

HOWEVER,

this particular sort of creative endeavor

is

NOT ON THE DAMN LIST.

Maybe someday, you will find some free-thinking, funky, liberal College of Creative Arts that will welcome your preferred form of self-expression. Awesome. Heck, I will even help you fill out financial aid forms.

Maybe you and your art will become globally celebrated. Maybe people will weep at your brilliance and pay millions of dollars for your ur*ne art.

Maybe you'll show me and I'll eat my words.

Maybe.

But until then, please take note: this form of self-expression WILL NEVER BE on the damn list.

The 5FC Crew

About Me

5 kids, 2 dogs, 3 cats, and I'll pass on the partridge in the pear tree for now, thanks (although I'd take a pear tree.) We survived our 30 month long Haitian adoption process, and now I just try to live life in the moment, whether it's homeschooling, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, refereeing, bandaging ouchies, giving hugs, vacuuming, doling out kisses, picking up play-dough, or attempting to keep up on the blog. My Mister is a legalized drug pusher, saving the local population from the horrors of herpes and prostrate problems. We put up with the burbs for now, but would one day like to live in the country, where I can raise alpacas, the girls can train dogs, our boys can be boys, and Mr. C. can work on project cars (waaayy out of sight in the far back of the yard) to his heart's content!